“Where are you taking us?” Captain Traumatic asks.
“Prison,” T3 says.
“Travelling in the future, unless you are coming back to your present from the past which doesn’t count as future time, is forbidden. Talking about it can land you in jail,” the Mud creature says.
“Tell me more,” Labaguette insists.
“We’ve got rights,” Captain Sunblast insists.
“Your very ignorance of the rules is a tell-tale sign of guilt. No one can afford to ignore the rules nor pretend to being ignorant,” T3 continues, “judges may only deliberate about a case when reasonable doubt is present.”
“What proof do you need?”
“You’ve nothing to do with warped time travelling and besides, you came from Earth when it no longer exists. You travelled to the future and right now, you are sealing your coffin even harder.”
“We might want to fix the past,” Labaguette says, a spark of intelligence zooming in and out of his eyes fast, perching on his new found mud friend’s shoulder.
“No one can predict the future. Nothing is set in stone, nor should it be.”
“We did not predict how this place would be when we came here,” Captain Traumatic says.
“The news has it that coming in this very year 4,398, was an act that was intended: it is unforgivable by law.”
“We’re all electronically wired to the news: our brains register it without needing to spend time learning about it, we just know. If you’re not wired to the news, you’re automatically dubbed an outcast, an ignorant, a transient and therefore an outlaw.
To be continued…